Текст песни Binary Star - Slang Blade

(Senim Silla)How you feel, What the hell is this shit?Reaching for the cover, turning up your deckWho's blowing your cassette? Color me for suspectTerror's what I am, terrorism's what I repRep Hezbollah we don't forgive or forgetStrapping dynamite, kamikaze rock the micSuicide, stage dive, it's gonna be a live nightNow just to be accurate, label me immaculateShort fuse like Montagues fuel CapuletsElaborate labyrinth, lavish pimp patteringRip, rude to ravishing, cabbage scavengingfrom word babbling, babbling brook and words travellingLike Miles Tattling, I'm kind of partial to battlingHaven't you heard, you got beef from a so cattle thenHit the sunset saddling, rap BroncoRiding over tracks, Lone Ranger and TantoCompose on the console, making it feel betterSunny to ill weather, I'm a all-season proAll-terrain flow, shift five gears with four-by-fourOn the go in the fast lane without reverse, I can't slowNo brakes, push the pedal to the metalThe Formula One devilHeating up the treble, I rock like PrudentialMost cats is just Pebbles, when you want it live you can'tCompromise or settle, check my water levelMy reservoir pours Great Lakes fifty StatesAnd across seashores, the word spreads like pollen from sporesLike wisdom from folklores, my fans from toursAnd those are just metaphoresFor how I distribute to you and yoursOpening doorsWe bum rush like a drug bustNickel and dime, now all is mine alumnus, illustrous, wondrousOminous in my Prime, call me Optimus SenimTransforming slang on the fire maximizeComplete fumigation better jet for ventilationBefore you suffer from Senim inhalationAir deprivationPlaying me for jolly, that's a dead man's follyOr crippled probablyOn the good ship, get popped for acting lollyBy the son of Bobby, bro how you like me now, like pulling a shottyPistol whip your head, now they throw your boys lobbyYou'll be callin on the dollySenim's of the size of the kill with a slang bladeSome call it a kaiserEqualizer blows your brains, expose your wiserNow which bastard wants some acidCorrosive chemicals castedSpitting venom I masteredRan with dogs as rabid and rivers as rapidRapping five we don't tireDo you desire to become cross-fireBlow their gun-for-hire, Blazing Saddle esquireMichigan, Michelin, my dogs will never tire.